September 22, 2005
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Sometimes
when I talk to you
or
when I think about your life
or
when I smell the smells of prison
I feel as if a part of my soul has been cut away.
Did I not say enough
reach out enough
love earnestly enough?
Sleep brings peace
sometimes.
But sometimes
in my dreams
your freedom dances
just beyond my grasp
and I wake
exhausted
from
the
chase.
Comments (12)
What a beautiful poem. Oh the pain of a mothers broken heart!! I am so sorry.
Don't blame yourself. Our children make choices that we do not agree with. All we can do is love them when the dust settles. I can tell that you love him. And, again, I am sorry.
This reminds me of something my mother wrote after my brother died... there are just things that are not in your control - no matter how much you want it to be so you can make it better
:fl02:
i feel this way often... especially since having to commit my 16 year old daughter to the state mental hospital...
i feel i've failed her, over and over again... i don't know what to do and i certainly can't say anything that will ease your pain, of this i'm quite sure...
peace... :hug:
hugs
been there, still there...
I so understand your pain, but you are not responsible, for his outcomes. Peace to you. :heartbeat:
*hugs*
The question springs to the lips of many mothers who suffer disappointment with their sons and daughters. We sometimes forget that they make their own decisions and it has nothing to do with how much we loved them....or how earnestly we tried to save/protect them.....
:hug: I really enjoy :1book: reading your site... I especially :heartbeat: love this post... Thank you so very much for sharing your heart :hearts:
"""Sleep brings peace
sometimes."""
Hey there. I just thought I would leave a comment to let you know I still drop by once in awhile since I went to the other blogging community.
Sounds like everything is going well right now for you and you family. About time. So much has already happened, you deserve a respite.
Take care, and be safe.
Wes
(((HUGS)))
You did nothing wrong ... You did say enough, reach out enough, love earnestly enough. You are not responsible for his choices - be they good ones or bad. Believe me, I have been telling myself the same thing for years about Eric ... although fortunately his poor choices have (so far) not been of the same magnitude, nor held the same consequences as Robert's. [by the way, did I tell you he's changing his major?]
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